I took a day trip to London on 8th August, specifically to see Joey Arias perform at Antony Hegarty's Southbank Meltdown (more of that later) and to visit Tate Modern. I've mentioned Damien Hirst already, but I have to say something about the exhibition sizes at Tate Modern.
Quite often I find the major exhibitions at the Modern too much to take in. They are immense and the stimulation is too great. I stop seeing when my eyes have had enough. It happened with the Paul Gaugain exhibition, amongst others. The Damien Hirst was no exception.
I went into the exhibition expecting to understand Hirst better. After I had visited the Francis Bacon exhibition at Tate Britain, I felt I was more familiar with Bacon's expressive style, felt more in tune, felt able to let him in, make contact with what he was presenting. I didn't get that impression by the end of the Hirst exhibition. For a start there was a sense of progress in what Bacon was achieving through his art. I wasn't aware of that at the Hirst exhibition. In addition, art that is the arrangement of items produced by others leaves me cold.
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